Archive for January, 2012


January 24, 2012 1 comment

At Jam Fest 2012, one of the guys casually mentioned that he’s pretty sure that he was Russian in a past life, due to his inexplicable gravitation toward Russian culture. I laughed, as I’ve been known to joke about my possible past lives…but this guy was dead serious. Did you know that Masons/Rosicrucians believe in past lives? How did I miss that in my academic travels through religions? I kind of felt like a jerk, but mostly I felt more like running to the library to get some books on the topics.

Speaking of past lives, if karma follows you through all of your lives, I have to say I’m convinced that I was one real a$$hole in a past life. I don’t know how else to explain this relentless bad luck.

I think I need a mental health year.


Change the sheets

January 22, 2012 Leave a comment

Well! It’s been an eventful past week-ish. I intended to write a few things in the time that’s elapsed, but someone keeps distracting me.

Meet Frank.

Frank and I found each other last Saturday, when the DMV happened to be closed and a cat shelter happened to be located across the street. I walked into the room where he and a bunch of other cats were hanging out, and when I crouched down to say hello to the cats, he ran over and jumped onto my lap. Then he threw his paws around my waist and hugged me. (He may have also shouted, “MAMA!” when he first saw me. I don’t know.) At any rate, Frank and I have been getting to know each other over the past week, and he’s quite the loverboy. He’s an excellent communicator, too — much better than any guy I’ve ever dated. The photo above is from one of our nightly pillowtalk sessions. Frank + me = 4ever.

You may have also heard about the epic rainstorms we’ve been having here in western Oregon. The part of Portland I used to live in got hit with high elevation snow, then landslides. The part of Oregon where I work flooded like a champ. The part of Oregon where I currently live is just right.

Willamette River, near Corvallis

I headed to Corvallis Friday night to stop by the music store in town and pick up an instrument for Saturday night’s Jam Fest 2012 (Part 1). In true unlucky Caitlin fashion, I got stuck in a traffic jam (Corvallis is in the middle of nowhere, so WTH?!) and an hour later, once I’d nearly reached my destination, I was hit by a 17-year-old. I’ve been driving for how many years? Almost 14? And my two accidents have happened in the span of the last 4 months. Luckily, it wasn’t a bad accident (we were stopped at a red light and she merged into me), and since this girl’s about to lose her license (I’m shocked), her dad is just going to pay for the repairs, no insurance claim necessary, which I appreciate. But still. The silver bullet has to go back into the shop. And the girl repeatedly called me ma’am. I may be about to turn 30, but I’m not ma’am age yet! ARGH.

Somehow I made it to the music shop before it closed, even though the universe seemed to be working against me. Guess what kind of instrument I picked up? Hint: After a few hours of playing it, I think I’m more skilled than I am when playing my acoustic guitar…

And now, for your music-listening pleasure:
Kathleen Edwards – Change the Sheets

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How was your week?

January 13, 2012 Leave a comment

I’ve wanted to crawl under here and hide all week long.


January 10, 2012 Leave a comment

I wish I had something upbeat to blog about right now, but the rough patch I’ve been going through just doesn’t really seem to want to let up. Imagine some moderately disappointing events that could’ve happened to me in the past few days, and they probably have.

  • Runnerboy? Gone with no warning (again), more annoying than anything after things seemed pretty good New Year’s Eve through last week.
  • New downstairs neighbors? They’re smokers with nasty morning coughs who apparently move furniture in the middle of the night just for the thrill of it.
  • Dentist appointment? Can’t get scheduled because my company’s benefits department didn’t submit my paperwork to my insurance company.
  • Cat? Can’t afford one yet.
  • Couch? Can’t afford one yet.
  • Bed? For some reason I haven’t been sleeping in it, choosing to sleep on the floor of my living room instead.
  • My quest for Oregon license plates? At a standstill, because my car title is buried somewhere at my parents’ house, and: 1) they have no vested interest in finding the title with any kind of speed, and 2) they’re pissed off at me. (3 weeks ’til my car registration expires! Oh boy!)
  • My quest for an Oregon driver’s license? Flubbed, thanks to my horrendous inability to regulate my emotions and the anxiety attack that arrived upon the realization that I was going to have to try to retrieve my car title from my parents.

I’ve been feeling like a delicate little flower lately, very emotionally raw, and I’ve been forcing a smile and pretty much not talking for fear of bursting into tears over nothing. (Meaning that “nothing” will trigger the tears that “something” warrants.) Here’s something good, though: for the first time in nearly 6 years, I have real internet at home! I figured out how to set it up myself last night, and had to re-set it up this evening after the Comcast guy on the phone who was supposed to cancel my installation appointment cancelled my subscription instead. (He also set my bill up so that I’m being charged the non-promo rate even though I specified the rate I subscribed at, but I’ll deal with that another day.) So maybe I’ll attempt to distract myself by finally prettying this blog up a bit. Maybe.

For the record

January 4, 2012 Leave a comment

Yes, I did get dressed in the dark this morning. (I still need to buy lamps for my apartment.) I just didn’t think I’d done quite this badly with the mismatched colors.

It goes without saying that my sweater didn’t really go with anything either.

I love bed!

January 3, 2012 Leave a comment

This is the view from heaven.

Did I mention that the only piece of furniture in my new apartment is my new bed? Have I mentioned that I spent most of the last three months’ worth of nights sleeping on a couch, air mattress, or the floor? The past two nights I’ve fallen asleep murmuring the word “bed!” over and over again. I love my bed.

Dear Portland (Month 3)

January 2, 2012 Leave a comment

Dear Portland,

This past month has been crazy. You’ve been all festive and alluring, and I’ve been working my butt off, trying to get settled financially. During what little free time I’ve had, you’ve been so good to me, and for that I am grateful. Those running chicks you introduced me to back in October? I met more of them a few weeks ago, and they are awesome and seriously badass with the running. And then some of the chicks I met more recently set me up with more cool runners! So many running groups, so little time. And energy. But I’m working on that.

It looks like you’re okay with having a sort of long distance relationship (if you can call twenty miles “long distance”…if it’s runnable, which in my world it is, it isn’t all that long). Anyway, I’m glad that you don’t automatically want to break up with me over this. I think this might even make our relationship better. I might even end up using the L-word around you!

In true Portland fashion, yesterday you surprised me with a fantastic view of Mt. Hood as I drove through Beaverton to meet up with a friend from grad school. How had I never looked east on a clear day to see that beautiful sight? I’m pretty sure that’s my favorite view from the highway yet.

Portland, I love the way you know just what will make me smile and lift my mood. I’m so glad we found each other.